On My Soul (feat. Lil Reese)
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
On my soul in the field, 'member plain nights
Totin' pipes, trappin' sellin' white trynna get it right
Came straight from the block now I'm on the mic
Cockroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night
Yeah nigga I need the money, fuck fame
Ima' stay the same, never change
I be with the gang, sippin' purple lean, switchin' lanes
30's in they hands, so don't run up on this Range, jewels run up in yo' brain boy
Real nigga everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don't clap for me
My niggas real guaranteed they gon' clap for me so when I get them bills Ima' pay for they accuracy
Now everybody juss' be plottin' on everybody, the feds prolly' puttin' dead bodies on there bodies
And these niggas snakes, I ain't rockin' wit' everybody
If any nigga play, we got choppas' for everybody
A couple niggas might've said they my mans prolly'
But understand, I'm that nigga to everybody
He ain't from the land then he ain't my mans prolly
We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously
Bitch can't ask me for my money man, bitch over my dead body
And I promise that my money won't stop Ima' stack 'till I get to the top, put it on my-
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (On my soul)
(Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga (On my soul)
Man I can't do shit for no nigga, niggas never did shit for me (On my soul)
Right before when I was pullin' them bands, niggas wasn't in that shit wit' me (On my soul)
Now everybody wanna hold out they hand, boy you can't get shit from me (On my soul)
R.I.P. Lil' Roc, Vito, Fazo and real Pistol P, gang (On my soul)
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
I'm workin' hard 'cuz my tape shoulda' been dropped
And bro's shit goin' nuts for the crack addicts
Meanwhile bitch I'm focused on my mathematics
All this money in the world, yeah I gotta have it
I ain't trickin' on a bitch, that's a bad habit
I'm juss' whippin' at my wrist for a black Aston
I'm ridin' 'round through the city blowin' loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin'
I don't ride wit' the mask but I ride wit' the Mag, I juss' drive and the Macs blastin'
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (On my soul)
(Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga (On my soul)
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
My niggas on the block they'll shoot you- take- all yo'- figures
If you holdin' on the low I need that- lil'- fuckin'- nigga (I need that)
If you hold, you say you got it- the shit- witcho'- niggas
If you gettin'- money lil' nigga you should feed everybody on the block (On the block)
Say he hot, how the fuck he hot when his fuckin' album juss' flopped? (Juss' flopped)
My niggas gettin' money, gettin' money we ain't even gotta be on that block (That block)
Yo' bitch gon' go, she gon' go anyway 'cuz she know the squad hot (We hot)
Fuck all that shoulda'- coulda'- woulda'- shit les' get to it (Let's get to it)
These old ass rappers they old as fuck they needa' sit down and get to it (Get to it)
And a nigga like me stay high steady rollin' up Swishers fuck Backwoods (Fuck Backwoods)
Lil' nigga get the top, push back on my block everyday nigga I'm good
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (On my soul)
(Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga (On my soul)
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
On my soul in the field, 'member plain nights
Totin' pipes, trappin' sellin' white trynna get it right
Came straight from the block now I'm on the mic
Cockroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night
Yeah nigga I need the money, fuck fame
Ima' stay the same, never change
I be with the gang, sippin' purple lean, switchin' lanes
30's in they hands, so don't run up on this Range, jewels run up in yo' brain boy
Real nigga everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don't clap for me
My niggas real guaranteed they gon' clap for me so when I get them bills Ima' pay for they accuracy
Now everybody juss' be plottin' on everybody, the feds prolly' puttin' dead bodies on there bodies
And these niggas snakes, I ain't rockin' wit' everybody
If any nigga play, we got choppas' for everybody
A couple niggas might've said they my mans prolly'
But understand, I'm that nigga to everybody
He ain't from the land then he ain't my mans prolly
We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously
Bitch can't ask me for my money man, bitch over my dead body
And I promise that my money won't stop Ima' stack 'till I get to the top, put it on my-
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (On my soul)
(Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga (On my soul)
Man I can't do shit for no nigga, niggas never did shit for me (On my soul)
Right before when I was pullin' them bands, niggas wasn't in that shit wit' me (On my soul)
Now everybody wanna hold out they hand, boy you can't get shit from me (On my soul)
R.I.P. Lil' Roc, Vito, Fazo and real Pistol P, gang (On my soul)
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it
I'm workin' hard 'cuz my tape shoulda' been dropped
And bro's shit goin' nuts for the crack addicts
Meanwhile bitch I'm focused on my mathematics
All this money in the world, yeah I gotta have it
I ain't trickin' on a bitch, that's a bad habit
I'm juss' whippin' at my wrist for a black Aston
I'm ridin' 'round through the city blowin' loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin'
I don't ride wit' the mask but I ride wit' the Mag, I juss' drive and the Macs blastin'
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (On my soul)
(Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga (On my soul)
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
My niggas on the block they'll shoot you- take- all yo'- figures
If you holdin' on the low I need that- lil'- fuckin'- nigga (I need that)
If you hold, you say you got it- the shit- witcho'- niggas
If you gettin'- money lil' nigga you should feed everybody on the block (On the block)
Say he hot, how the fuck he hot when his fuckin' album juss' flopped? (Juss' flopped)
My niggas gettin' money, gettin' money we ain't even gotta be on that block (That block)
Yo' bitch gon' go, she gon' go anyway 'cuz she know the squad hot (We hot)
Fuck all that shoulda'- coulda'- woulda'- shit les' get to it (Let's get to it)
These old ass rappers they old as fuck they needa' sit down and get to it (Get to it)
And a nigga like me stay high steady rollin' up Swishers fuck Backwoods (Fuck Backwoods)
Lil' nigga get the top, push back on my block everyday nigga I'm good
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas (On my soul)
(Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga (On my soul)
Give a fuck 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga (On my soul)
Credits
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Charles Dumazer, Tavares Taylor
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